Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Niggaz Know, artist - J. Cole. Album song Born Sinner, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roc Nation
Song language: English
Niggaz Know |
These niggas know |
Huh |
Armed and dangerous, call the law |
Stick to the script, no audible |
Country ass nigga with an Audemars |
Can’t spell the shit but I order more |
French hoes treat me like Charles De Gaulle |
Get good head on the Autobahn |
Hit hood hoes out in Baltimore |
Pack the shows like wall to wall, my God |
Five steps like Dru Hill |
Came home from the first tour, with |
Bad credit and a school bill |
Middle finger to the bursar |
Finally famous but |
Ain’t too much really change with us |
Straight up weed; |
no angel dust |
Label us notorious, that was 9−7 |
Saw my old teacher and she asked how I’m livin' |
You ain’t know my shit drop bitch? |
9−11 |
Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John Legend |
Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John Legend |
Nigga you should too, if you knew |
What this game would do to you |
Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through |
Better me than you |
I must confess, I copped the chains |
I hit the club, I made it rain |
I hit the road, I made a name |
I came home, I ain’t the same |
I ain’t the same |
I ain’t the same |
Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know |
Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know |
These niggas know, boo-ya nigga? |
Came through the door like who y’all niggas? |
Stole a nigga flow, I could sue y’all niggas |
Better yet put a hot one through y’all niggas |
Nah, let me stop frontin' for y’all niggas but |
Don’t let the college shit fool y’all niggas |
Ain’t the hardest nigga in the land |
But a grown ass man, and I will step to y’all niggas |
Like what’s the problem? |
Ain’t gettin' paper, nigga here’s a loan |
My shit long, need a hair salon |
Get it cut, shut the fuck up |
And wipe your face with my money 'til your tears is gone |
No cryin' ass, lyin' ass |
Can’t afford a whip, but you buyin' ass |
This Fresh Prince nigga, I ain’t Jazz |
Fucked yo bitch, nigga I ain’t ask |
She pitched it to me like Sosa (Oh God) |
What the fuck was I s’posed do? |
Deny that, rather try that, but I never fly that |
Keep hoes bi-coastal |
And they buy postals, ain’t shit for free |
Dick the only thing that they get from me |
Sit VIP, get a sip for free |
Later on she’ll be sippin' me, literally |
Picture me at the tip-top |
With your bitch lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop |
This B.I.G. |
nigga, this Pac |
Minus six shots, but it’s still this hot |
Thirty grand and that’s just for the wristwatch |
Hate to brag but backpacker that’s hip hop |
Write my life and make sure that the script hot |
And pray the kids watch, if not |
These niggas know |
If not, these niggas know |
I must confess, I copped the chains |
I hit the club, I made it rain |
I hit the road, I made a name |
I came home, I ain’t the same |
I ain’t the same |
I ain’t the same |
I must confess, I cut the chains |
I hit the club, I made it rain |
I hit the road, I made a name |
I came home, I ain’t the same |
I ain’t the same |
I ain’t the same |
Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know |
Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know |